I'm an unwilling university drop out. I was supposed to be resitting my first year of university which I'd ended up not passing due to an incompetent student financial system, as well as certain mental health issues exacerbated by living in a lot of debt to my landlord, issues at the home I'd moved away from for the first time, and starving myself. It's amazing how food no longer becomes necessity when you have to pay for it with money you don't have.
Anyway, I'd sorted everything out with my University advisors to resit my year and actually have enough money to live on, only to call up in September as I'd not heard anything back from my Uni.
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Me: So.. I've not heard anything about when I start my course. When do I start my course?
Friendly Telephone Representative: Oh, we've dropped you from your course. You're not at this university anymore.
Me: Well, thanks for letting me know?
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My university experience was a clusterfuck of Murphy's Laws and anything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
But as for pranks, I don't know. Steal all the clay and mould it into some kind of phallus. Steal all the paper and Papier-mâché it into some kind of phallus. Steal all of the armature wire and bend it into some kind of phallus.